Art of Concealment

Fine clothes

Of current Fashion
Highlighted hair

Diamonds sparkle

In each dainty ear

Pssst...
They are 
But a crutch

For confidence 

She hasn't much.

Parkinson Calling '11

I play a game

with my mind

And turn an eye- blind

To the visiting tremor

and the frequent twitch

That I can no longer control

And no longer switch

One part my brain

Is right as rain

And over the one

That’s not

I am not

Distraught

I shall look through it so

Like through an old friend

Turned foe

Maturity

She felt proud

Each time

She stood out

In a crowd.

...Lost sleep

In relentless bitterness

When paid less attention

In a group

Out of her league

Light light
Feather light
So it once was
her character..

Nobody's Friend '00

With consistent passion
I criticize
This part of the world
To that one
And that one
To this
And in this simple manner
I release
My animosity
Towards both

A Beautician's Friendly Warning

"The peaks

Of my cheeks

Shine

I have neither

A wrinkle 

Nor a line

Fair Youth 

At the moment

Is mine.."

"But Those creases

That hush

Soon enough

Will make a rush

If You don't get

your facials 

On time!!"

The Killer Quill '03

O what did I know,

My written word

Would pull me down so low

My artistic cravings

On bits of paper

Would shame me

My pen would become

Mightier than the sword

And ten times as sharp.

Virtues of Unaffordability

My intoxicant
Is measured
And every bit
Savoured

Despite the craving
I cannot binge
Addiction at the moment
Cannot be my thing

For my pocket
Deters it all
By remaining stern
And  small.

A Strange Case of Love To Hate

A strand of hair
In my food
Made me balk
Made me puke

But in my scalp
When it had stood
I loved it more
Than I ever could!!